Feeling chubby? Run.
Dudes tryin’ to holla at you? Run.
Emotionally imbalanced roommate comes home with a samurai sword? Run. (Don’t even pack your crap. Get out of there immediately. Run.)
Venti latte consumed about 30 minutes ago? Run.
Shoes on sale at DSW? Run.
Free ice cream? Run.
Pardon me. Gotta run.